5. The Unknown Artist
Lucid feelings, but not understood,
Trudging with time; somewhere behind smile was glued.
Unable to yawn though tired and bored,
Glimpsed the truth; saw enough sorrow yet nothing poured.
A day may be, the criterion would change,
Crossed every barrier; never noticed and now not in range.
Not fed up-of self though broken sometimes,
Insisted few desires; never fulfilled and now ‘wishing’ sounds like crime.
Travail is the only way to change a stone to pearl,
Singing in 6